hardin

Origin

The dream recurs

In another world, we
Wake
God's first creatures
Alive
To sudden light.

Pure and slender as dawn
Rising
Our bodies explore
The touch and feel
Of worlds.

No past intrudes
All lifetimes
Merge
To this particle
Of time
Only.

Love speeds us to
Move
Now.
In this garden
God whispers:
Come.

by Marjorie Evasco